Chapter 937

　　She knew that down in his core, Austin loved his mother. 　　It was a love buried deep under layers of frozen hatred, like a seed locked beneath the permafrost—never quite able to break through the soil, yet never truly dying. 　　As for Rosemary's clockwork routine, Tabitha had tracked it down to the exact minute. Every single evening, rain or shine, the older woman would walk alone to the coffee shop on the corner to buy two cups of Americano. 　　One was for herself; the other was placed right across from her at the empty seat, as if someone who had walked out of her life a lifetime ago were still sitting right there. 　　Making her "take a fall" was child's play. 　　Back when Austin had used Joanna to pull his dirty tricks on her, he probably never imagined in his wildest dreams that the exact same tactics would one day bounce right back onto his own mother. 　　Karma really was a mirror. 　　The elevator made a steady, mechanical hum as it climbed. Tabitha followed Austin into the luxury apa